These are phases: Night ripped from unordinary circumstances,
a moon more marshmallow in some silken black plangency-
conforming feeling, seduction, tune to some kind of cartoon.
But somehow a story came to be to rip this cartoon into life
through time. Not simply the image that makes us laugh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! Such a sweet drop! ! Loved it. Thanks for sharing.
I'm glad you found it sweet. I was actually not in a sweet mood when I wrote it- I was feeling kind of 'acute.'